One pilot was flying over California. And he said to his friend:
- Look down at this beautiful lake. I was born not far from him, my village is over there.
He pointed to a small village, which, as if on a roost, was located on the hills not far from the lake, and remarked:
- I was born there. As a child, I often sat by the lake and fished. Fishing was my favorite pastime. But when I was a child fishing in the lake, there were always airplanes flying in the sky. They flew over my head, and I dreamed of the day when I could become a pilot myself and fly an airplane. This was my only dream. Now it has come true. And now every time I look down at that lake I dream of the time when I will retire and go fishing again. After all, my lake is so beautiful...
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru